MEET ON THE LEDGE

theres this song
i only remember

. . . meet on the ledge . . .

its the loneliest goodbye
as
a
beautiful appointment

i picture a rocky shelf
its kind of been there all along
but we just didnt know

like a nature reserve built on landfill
thats outside streetside tunnel vision

or like when tarzan visited the elephants graveyard on tv
you just need to know the right vines
to
push
aside

i picture people appearing in ones and twos there
a neglected light shining now from inside them

maybe some hold hands now
as things fall away
and theres dignity  
quiet  
subdued sun
everything aok everything right
torn holes filled
as if with fertile loamy soil
and no doubt
at all
at last

a warmth long missing is revelation
that fits like bath shrunk 501s

and theres a rack of wings there
to choose from

in wonderful shades
of
dulux
grey  

fairport convention, meet on the ledge, from youtube